I'm a Kansan who grew up in Wichita when my dad wasn't assigned by Boeing to be tech support for a variety of planes elsewhere--mainly the B-52 in Air Force towns followed after a stint of retraining in Renton, Washington in 1965-6 by the 747 and a new focus on commercial airlines in Los Angeles. I've … Continue reading Saying goodbye to the memory of what used to be
How does a person grow into being a writer? A lot of unstructured time may be part of it, and that means allowing for enough time for boredom. I remember being quite happy as a child really examining details in nature. Rough bark much like this made me think of ridges and valleys traversed in … Continue reading Close up ridges
My mom died last year on June 21, and in her memory, I met with two other friends of mine who also lost their moms for a memory lunch at Bambinos, one of my mom's top two picks for lunching (her top pick was Thai Peppers). Left to right: Lanette Cadle, Barbara Gressel, and Jane … Continue reading Remembering Moms Lunch
A big part of family and friends entertainment in the 1960s was the slide show. The plan was to lure people over for a good meal, and afterwards when they were sated and flopped on the couch and chairs like twitching fish on the shore, the slide projector and multiple trays of slides appeared. This … Continue reading Forced boredom
If you get the chance, watch a child deep in play. They are rapt; outside noises dim. It is a concentrated state. Some will create verbal dialogues for characters seen or unseen. A child who knows how to play will not be bored. Given a few sticks and pebbles, they will create a castle, a … Continue reading Freedom to play
No one films here, but with Glass it is a moment's work. 10 seconds of video and years of my childhood spent in rooms like this. The verdict: Bronchitis. I had a serious case three years ago, but this time it looks like I may shake it off in a couple of weeks.
Over the summer I scanned quite a few photographs from my mother's fairly extensive photo albums. I'm beginning to think that expanding the stockpile even more in preparation for a digital poem project this summer is a good idea. If I can do it at DMAC, even better.
Merry Christmas to all my friends and my family, scattered as you are. I'll be thinking of you today and hoping that you all have a happy Christmas. Some of you may not know why this year I did not put up the big white Christmas tree that I bought specifically for this house. There … Continue reading Christmas 2013
This is my old house in El Dorado, Kansas and the photo was taken this fall when I delivered my mother's ashes to Old Mission in Wichita. On the way back, I took a detour through El Dorado, where I lived with my kids right after the divorce until the were jr high and high … Continue reading Change isn’t always good
My mother died Friday, June 21, 2013. That's less than a week, and this is the death that officially makes me in charge of joint family memories. I am now the eldest of my generation on my father's side with my mother the last of her generation on both sides. I have older maternal cousins … Continue reading How We Remember